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Ballad of Billy McCaw
**This is the duet that preceded In Quella Tepida Notte.**

Growltiger -

Oh, how well I remember The Old Bull and Bush,

Where we used to go down of a Sattaday night -

Where, when anythink happened it come with a

Rush,

For the boss Mr. Clark, he was very polite:

A very nice house from basement to garrett

A very nice house, ah, but it was the parrot -

The parrot, the parrot named Billy M'Caw,

That brought all those folks to the bar,

Ah! He was the life of the bar.

Of a Sattaday night, we was all feeling bright,

And Lily La Rose - the barmaid that was -

She'd say:

"Billy! Billy M'Caw!

Come give us come give us a dance of the bar!

And Billy would dance on the bar,

And Billy would dance on the bar,

And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear,

And emotion would make us all order more beer -

Lily, she was a girl what had brains in her

Head;

She wouldn't have nothink, no not that much said.

If it come to an argument, or a dispute,

She'd settle it offhand with the toe of her boot

Or as likely as not put her fist through your

Eye.

But when we was thirsty, and just a bit sad,

Or when we was happy, and just a bit dry,

She would rap on the bar with that corkscrew she

Had

And say: "Billy!

Billy M'Caw!

Come give us a tune on your pastoral flute!"

And Billy'd strike up on his pastoral flute.

And Billy'd strike up on his pastoral flute,

And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear

And emotion would make us all order more beer

Growltiger and Griddlebone -

Billy, Billy M'Caw!

Come give us a tune on your moley guitar!"

And Billy'd strike up on his moley guitar.

And Billy'd strike up on his moley guitar.

And then we'd feel balmy, in each eye a tear

And emotion would make us all order more beer

Billy, Billy M'Caw

Come give us a tune on your moley guitar

Growltiger -

ah

He was the life of the bar.


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